It's like the light switch was turned on the moment I turned six months old because I have figured out to work my arms, legs, and the crowd around to get exactly what I used to think was out of my reach. I've decided that my back is really not happening and that everything worth seeing and doing is from either being positioned my belly or standing up--I even think sleeping is much better on my belly (I think Mama does too, because I certainly don't stir in the night when I have rolled over).
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It took a day or two, but I figured out the forward motion thing. Pretty cool actually, but I think I would be much better off if my walker was in a gymnasium instead of the kitchen. So many obstacles in which to get tripped up.
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I love to laugh and it doesn't take much to get me going--a silly noise, a repeated sound, hands coming toward as if to tickle. All pretty funny to me....
